Coming of Age and Becoming a Gurl in New Orleans

12:21 am Tuesday, 28th July, 2020

shemalia

In my last installment , I related my first sexual encounter in N.O. with my sexy new bartender friend . I continued to see him on a regular basis as I frequented the club at which he worked regularly.  Now that I had gotten familiar with the French Quarter and the various venues , I began to visit all of them still in my masculine garb to see the clientele who frequented them. There were bars or clubs for each and every taste . Gay bars, lesbian bars, transvestite bars, and clubs where everyone was welcome.  The late nights were the best when all the gurls would come out and play.  Even when I was dressed as a male, I found that there seemed to be an attraction to me by the Black patrons.  There were a couple bars that were frequented late at night by many trans persons . My favorite were the ones with the transvestites. Perhaps it was my smile or perhaps it was my aura but I was always approached by the tall and Black trannies.  Maybe, they could instinctively tell that I had no prejudice but rather a distinct fondness for them.  I learned much from them and very much enjoyed our conversations.  Some of them were selling their charms on the street but others were just enjoying being out in public dressed enfemme.  I always complimented them on their appearances and looked forward to seeing them.  One late night  or early morning around 3 am, as I was preparing to go home, I was approached by a tall Black  T V, and asked if I could give her/him a ride home. I answered that of course I could so after finishing our drinks, we strolled out of the bar out into the warm Summer air and casually made our way to my car.  I had to push the passenger seat back for my passenger to make room for her/his legs as he was so tall. It was only a short drive to his apartment and he had me park on the street under a lonely looking solitary palm tree. He asked if I would like to come up to his place for  a drink so I agreed and we exited the car and walked up the stairs to his apartment. His place was small and consisted only of a kitchen , bathroom and bedroom/living area . We sat on the edge of his bed and shared a few sips of brandy out of the bottle. He abruptly asked me if I was gay, to which I said no. Then he asked me if I was straight, to which I said no. He then asked me what was I. So I told him I was a shemale.  He giggled and said,  " You're putting me on".  I told him I was telling the truth and that I liked men not as a gay person but in a feminine way. He said he knew there was something different about me . He asked me what kind of men I was interested in so I told him that my only long term relationship had been with my Black neighbor.  He said once again that I was putting him on . I said , no it's true. He said " For true?" I said "True".  Then he said , you know, I am not gay either and I'm not feminine, I'm strictly masculine but I like to dress as a woman to make money and have fun.  With that said , he reached over and touched my hand and asked me if I would like to go to bed with him . I said if he wanted me to , I would be happy to . With that , he took my hand and placed it on his crotch revealing a hard lump under his short pants. I squeezed it and said, "Yes, that's what I like. "  He pushed me back onto his bed and leaned over me and to my surprise, he kissed me full on my lips and not just a short peck but a deep , wet kiss with his tongue probing inside my mouth twirling around my own tongue.  God, what that did to me!  I felt like a woman being kissed by her lover. I instantly flushed and felt hot all over . My little cock quivered as he continued to kiss me passionately and he reached down to my thighs , rubbing them and up to my cock.  I arched by back as he rubbed my genitals and he pulled my jeans down exposing  the pink lacey panties I was wearing. He said , "Yes, now I see you are like a girl".  I replied that I was and that I wanted to be treated like a girl. He said OK, then  show me what you can do with this and he pulled down his boy underwear revealing a long hard ebony cock. It wasn't as thick as my bartender , but it was much longer . I shifted my body so as to have free access to his erect cock and leaned down and softly licked the shiny head tasting it and breathing in the aroma . Next, I kissed the head mimicking the kiss he had given me earlier. After I had gotten it thoroughly  lubricated , I began to go down on it deeper with each descent. When I felt it was as deep in my mouth as I could take it , I took a deep breath and pushed my throat down on it until his balls were pressed against my lips and I felt like I would gag. I pulled my self up , took another deep breath and plunged his cock down my throat again, and again until he reached down and pulled me up to his face and asked where did you learn to do that . I laughed and told him about my old boyfriend and how we had played in the cornfields. He said , so you really do like Black men ? To which I replied, yes, I'm with you aren't I?  He said yes you are and now, show what else you  like . With that I hoisted myself over his pelvic region and reached back and grabbed his long cock  and guided it to my pussyass . I lowered myself slowly onto his cock feeling the exquisite sensitivity as it passed my pussyass lips . After I had gotten several inches of his dick inside, I felt it hit an obstruction so I let my full weight fall on it and , OMG, it was all buried to the hilt inside me. I had never felt such pleasure and there was no pain whatsoever . As I raised and lowered my ass down on his cock, I felt a suction inside my pussyass that was indescribable. Apparently, he could no longer take being on the bottom so after he held me and gave me several quick strokes from his position underneath, he pushed me off and mounted me from on top. Oh the glorious feeling of a man making love to me while facing me and kissing me at the same time with his hard body rubbing my little cock as he stroked into me faster and faster until I whispered to him that I was about to cum. He immediately stopped and said turn around , which  I obeyed and he grasped my buttocks and plunged back into my now wet pussyass and pumped me like a piston until I cried out that I was cumming.  As I felt my emission commencing , He suddenly held me tightly and gave one more mighty stroke up to his balls and held it there as I felt his cock pulsating and pumping his essence into my gaping pussyass.  As I lay on my knees , gasping for air , I felt his juice bubbling from inside me and running down my creamy thighs . As he pulled his wet cock out of me, I felt a longing for it as if I had lost a part of my own body. I rolled over and he lay down beside me with his long leg over my thighs. I marveled at the distinction between him and me, his dark flesh over my creamy thighs and I was overcome with emotion remembering my old boyfriend and how I had missed him when he abandoned me and how , I had just experienced what I had been missing all of these past years. Now that I had found the pleasure that I had been missing , I was convinced that I would never go lacking again. Now , I had a new friend and I felt that physically, I was ready to assume the persona of a woman and only needed to acquire the appearance . Before we parted that early morning, I asked my new found lover if he would like to see me dressed and made up as a woman. He said , " Baby, you couldn't be anymore feminine than you are , but if it makes you happy, then go for it".  I needed no more encouragement as I had already made up my mind and only had to know I had a friend to lean on when I made my debut.  I left his apartment full of excitement and anticipation at what I knew would be my next adventure which I will detail in my next installment .



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shemalia
shemalia

Mature experienced shemale total bottom seeking love or lust, partial to big men or other trans who are tops.